In Tablet, an interpretation like this is kosher, but transplant the same essay in, say, Occidental Observer, and it would be deemed anti-Semitic:
Some books, vortex-like, pull the surrounding events and memories into them, as they embed themselves in life’s numerous contexts. One such book, for me, was André Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name—a steamy, intellectual, homoerotic novel set in a small Italian town. Now, a decade after the book’s publication, a film by the same name, written by James Ivory and directed by the Italian Luca Guadagnino, is screening in limited release in New York and Los Angeles….
Aciman recalled parallels between closet Jews and closet gays, and how each senses the other or throws signals to the other to intimate ‘I’m like you.’